[Chorus x2:] You see me I eat sleep shit and talk trap You see the 645 I paid cash I bought that Had some felony charges, I fought that If I aint a D boy then what do you call that?
Yea ima big tymer like bryan Williams But you can catch me in the hood eatn churchs chicken I been hot, yall just caught the buzz And I was fresh about the same time many was Grab a snickers this may take a while Been chasin cash money since I was a juvenile And I was worth a couple thou still in high school livin @ my momma house Call it masturbation the way I feel myself So I started my own label and I signed myself I aint lookin for no artists cuz Im fire myself And im guaranteed a job I aint gonna fire myself...
Listen Young Buck I know its evident Round here we'll kill yo ass over 50 cent You betta run nigga you bteta save yo ass Cuz its guaranteed to be a shady aftermath He in his v12 eatin M&Ms Dark tinted windows but you know its him Who? I seen him just the other day Word on the street he just signed with jazzie fay And showty spittin flames yall bet you a whole brick he bout to change the game yall and them otha niggas cant compete Cuz that nigga from the streets
Yea im bout it bout it but I aint Master P And it aint no limit if you fuck with me Nah nigga, I neva heard of you But I still have my nigga C to murder ya Make the same profit as I did wit D With the keys on the triton and a _ Real smart a genius in the kitchen So when jeezy talk niggas listen It aint all good It aint all bad All that shit they drivin I already had And I know it make them lames mad Cuz the chicks they lovin I already had